Promise

Hush, hush my love, and let me drool inside the time-worn and exotic pool of molten lava, made by horny elves where time stands, strangely, still for ourselves. Abandon reason and the thought of all tomorrows and look to me as one who humbly borrows the thought of you, the touch of apparition and slithered helplessly into this passive mission. Born with a strength of ego and worldly autonomy renounce the bonds to what it is a mortal be by giving in to whims of those who rule and being without self the proper fool. Thus I am you and you must hold your hand halfway across the swollen river, catch your breath and either dropp our heart of hearts to certain death or weld your fingers to my palms and I shall be the one for you, forever, you the one for me.